Today was the day we took Abby back to IUP (Indiana University of PA). After we got her settled back in, Kevin and I left campus and stopped at the Goodwill story. I managed to pick up a pile of men's shirts to debone for a future quilt.
Then, Kevin mentioned that he knew of an antique mall/flea market and wanted to know if I wanted to stop. Sure, why not.... I doubt we will be having school tomorrow with the wintery sleet, ice crud that is supposed to hit tomorrow morning... I wasn't in a hurry.
OH my!!!!!! Look what I found. Needless to say I took a picture and texted a friend of mine. When I told her the price and what was visibly wrong with it, she gave me a counter offer price. So we walked around the rest of the mall and then went back to the booth. I offered a lower amount... knowing the money I was going to have to put into it and the water stain and other damage to the wood. The booth owner countered with the exact amount that I was told to offer. I felt like I was on Market Warriors (check it out on PBS). The manual was in the drawer too!
Tada!!!! I now own a treadle. My mother had one, it was her mother's. But when my parents divorced (my mother was an alcoholic) I don't know what happened to it. I think she probably sold it.
So if not over the next couple of months, this will be a summer project. I'll use Murphy's oil soap on the wood, and to clean the machine itself with sewing machine oil and a soft cloth.
He/she was bought in Duncansville, PA... so I thought about the name Duncan. But I don't have to decide that now.